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hounds, and had just gone to fight Stately, who had 

 puppies. The latter seemed to know instinctively that 

 something was wrong, as they were screaming and 

 scrambling up the wall one upon another, in ghostly 

 terror. As the effects of Pliant's bites, of which she 

 had been very liberal, became more evident, the pack 

 began to play antics, pick up straws, and then try to 

 tear bricks out of the walls ; or go round and round. 

 Their tongues swelled, and their eyes became red, and 

 when they went in to try them with cold broth before 

 hunting, they would often have turned quite black in 

 the night. At last it became so bad, that Will Head 

 simply watched with a twelve foot ash-pole and a noose 

 at the end, and dragged them out, morning after morn- 

 ing, to their doom. 



RAMBLE THE THIRD. 



** Oh ! who has been in such a scene. 

 That scene can e'er forget, 

 In sorrow's mood — in soHtude, 

 That scene will haunt him yet ; 

 In festal times, in other climes, 

 He'll think of days so dear, 

 And take a cup and drain it up, 

 To saddle, spur, and spear." 



Sir Richard QIR RICHARD SUTTON swore by 

 Sutton. ^ the Belvoir and the Yarborough 

 kennels. In Will Smith's day, he was always chop- 

 ping and changing with him, and sent ten couple of 

 bitches to his cracks each season that he was at 

 Burton. He had also the Rutland draft for many 

 years, and he was wont to say that he always thought 

 his own hounds the first in the world, till he saw the 

 Duke's, every summer. In the Burton country, he 

 had kept his standard rather large, but he got them 



